My Old Boots

My old boots had a split backside,

Leaving my ankles no place to hide.

My old boots had scuffed up toes,

From dealin' my horse those "giddy up" blows.

My old boots had trod many a trail,

Done wore out the soles, they looked mighty frail.

My old boots I had ten and one year,

Finally gave them up for flip-flops I fear.

My old boots I'll fondly remember,

Especially when my feet get cold this December!